Last Second Plays Lyrics

Gettin' money, I put nothin' above it

That bein broke shit made me sick to my stomach

They gon' hate it or love it

Cool kids, but we was hot like a oven

Aint have shit I got so used to havin' nothin'

Niggas had to keep it trenchy, keep it solid, Trenchy keep it a hundred Ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know how I'm comin

It don't feel right in my gut, a stomach virus Rub me wrong and I'm clutchin

Last second plays with no huddle

They probably terrified

Suicides around they block they gettin' terrorized

Blood in my eyes, you violate and you get penalized

Know my momma hurt, and that shit changed me when I seen her cry

How she beg me, babyboy, just let me know you alive

Baby, can you keep your heart okay?

It get hard okay

Pray to God, I'll barely take them scars away

Fell in love with baby, my heart caught a case

Shorty seen him when he caught his case

Lesson learned, I can't make a move without no patience

I know they hate that I'm okay, I been waitin'

I was shoulder weight when I couldn't touch a K

No baby Draco this a K

On a striker hittin' plays

I ditched the hottie yesterday And came up on a switch today

I hope gang don't switch today

It ain't too late

I'm up early with the birdies Tryin' make more than niggas weigh

Sellin' O's, these ain't no eighths

I done seen some rainy days im touchin' bail money

I got faith, but nigga, it's gon' hurt me If you tell on me

I hope gang don't steal from me

That shit real to me

What's gon' happen when we touchin' real money?

Uncle Phil money

This no cap, we keep it real money

How you feel, money?

Niggas got that time with tell money

Getting money I put nothin' above it

That being broke shit made me sick to my stomach

They gon' hate it or love it

Cool kids, but we was hot like a oven

And have shit, I got so used to havin' nothin'

Niggas had to keep it Trenchy

Keep it solid, Trenchy keep it a hundred

Ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know how I'm comin

It don't feel right that my gut is stomach virus Rub me wrong when I'm clutchin

Last second plays with no huddle

I still pray I make a mil with Mili

I been dodgin' death, the reaper tryna get me

Sidelines with the ref, I lowkey coach to city

They took some time away from bro when he touchdown we gettin' gritty

We like Gronk back in New England, when he was playin' with Brady

That shit crazy, it's my fault, I let him play me

I can't trip cus niggas cracked out like the 80's

Youngest member came up on a FN 40

If I had asked he probably take a nigga FN for me